a cautionary tale

While shopping for hamburger supplies Saturday I happened to pop into a godforsaken nook of the meat counter heavy with prepackaged fish. My eye struck upon a set of little tuna steaks, one in the shape of a malformed valentine, wrapped up in plastic and "discounted to sell" at $4.40 or something like that. Well, I thought, they don't expire for three more days, how bad can they be?

 

PRETTY FUCKING BAD is the answer. Like biting into the cold salty heart of a long dead mermaid tumbled out of a fishing net. I'm trying not to buy anything all week and so vowed to bring the leftovers to work but the smell of microwaving tuna steak and asparagus in a crowded break room is not appetizing. One bite and the fucker was consigned back to the deeps, this time of the trash bin.